Kyra
Soft early light slips through the curtains, glowing pale gold across the room. The air is cool, quiet the kind of quiet that only exists right before the day fully wakes up.
I stir first.
For a moment, I don’t understand why the bed feels so warm... or why my back feels so supported. Then I shift slightly and freeze.
Zaire’s arm is around me.
Not loosely. Comfortably. Like it found me in the night and didn’t let go.
His hand rests on my belly, warm and relaxed, fingers splayed gently over the small curve. My breath catches. I look down at his hand, then feel the way his chest rises and falls behind me.
We are fully, undeniably cuddling.
My back is pressed into him. His legs tangled with mine.
It’s intimate in a way neither of us planned or expected.
I swallow, trying not
